...in the one college town that I now live in, who came into the one (Thai) restaurant where I work the other day:
A (very fat) (white) (mid-50s) (white) woman with (dirty blonde) hair and in short shorts over her giant pads of fat, and in a t-shirt that wraps up her girth -- she was on the (short) side, but easily over 300 pounds -- and she's wheeling this giant black metal shopping cart with a few water bottles in the side-holders, and it's full of like four big reusable grocery bags neatly stacked on top of one another so it's all just loaded very tall, and she comes in, and she's like, "I'm hungry, I will trade you anything from my cart for food," and when I'm like, "Sorry, ma'am, we don't do that," she looks crest-fallen, and she asks me if I know of any restaurant nearby that will do that, and I say I don't, and she says what should she do, and I direct her to a "free little food pantry" outside a prominent church on a major city street like two blocks up, only she doesn't know where that is, but goes to go in that direction when I point out where it is to her, vaguely.
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("I've never seen her before," my [one] [chubby] [Thai] coworker is like, when I say that I've never seen her before, and we both wonder where all these new [homeless] people are always coming from, since many seem new in town, and there's always more of them.)
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